I linger on the fortress’ stairs
And tremble from what I couldn’t dare...

Words linger in my head scared to rise,
when seraphs flew down from skies...

May the first was a day i failed
the day the gay had no other way...

Tic tic tic goes the rounded thing
And you go with it my Mr. King...

Pale was the morning of sweet lonesome smiles
yet it was a gaze of a touch no one ever denies...

Role the days of my entire life,
And I find no hole of joy and gay...

Amid the fire of my fear,
Amid the flavor of a wounded child...

I know how hard it is to you.
However, the harsh is almost true...

When there are no more terms to say,
When the blaze has no light to shine your way...

Shame on the wind coming from mysteries,
Since it comes from somewhere we hate...

House left without a hand to wipe a tear,
And the tear falls with a whisper couldn't hear...

Times have passed
And passed have times...